Bleach: Stir Up the Situation

It was not only Moon Island that was shocked by Hong Jiang's hidden weapon, but also Silver City, which was also forced to retreat by Hidden Arrows. Will the dignified captain use such a method?

"This is what you mean by swordsmanship?!" Yincheng retreated sarcastically.

"Why not? Swordsmanship is eight thousand streams, as long as it cuts people, it is swordsmanship!"

Hong Jiang didn't think there was any problem with this. He had to know that the ancestor of the 11th Division, the first generation of swordsmanship, known as the strongest swordsman, did not know how inferior his methods were.

With his right foot deceiving him, Yincheng's reaction was also very quick, without any extra movements, the giant sword in his hand moved up and slashed towards Hongjiang.

It's just that Hongjiang's movements were faster, and there was no time for Yincheng to react. He held the Jiagui in his left hand and moved to the spine of the giant sword.

Yincheng's arm then leaned to the right, Hong Jiang followed the trend and swiped his left hand forward, leaving a blood mark on the opponent's arm, and the hilt of the knife hit Yincheng's temple heavily.

The sky was overwhelmed, and Yincheng staggered at his feet, only to feel that the world in front of him was about to knead. What echoed in his ear was the call of Yuedao, but then there was only a buzzing noise.

He couldn't keep calm anymore, or for Tsukishima, he would never be able to keep calm about the safety of Silver City, otherwise he would never make such a stupid thing as screaming and rushing towards the enemy.

It's just that for Hong Jiang, whether it was a calm sneak attack or a stupid sneak attack, the gap was not very obvious.

"Retreat!"

Waving his right arm back, the moon sickle in his hand flashed coldly, and several strong winds suddenly rolled up on the knife body, intertwined and turned into an invisible thick wall and pushed back.

Tsukishima Hengdao slashed open the wall of wind, but the turbulent flow that seemed to be cut and restrained still blew him upside down. When he stabilized his figure and wanted to attack again, Hong Jiang There is a new move on the side.

When he turned around, two knives, one long and one short, touched lightly. When they were separated, a golden string was connected to the position of the knife handle, connecting the two knives together.

With the force of the wrist, the short sword armor ghost was thrown out like a hidden weapon by Hiroshi, and the target was naturally Tsukishima Hidekuro, who was restless behind him.

Hengdao Tsukishima fought off a flying knife from the opponent, and saw that the string attached to the short knife moved slightly, like an alternative hand, holding the short knife and stabbing him again.

The Yincheng on the other side didn't have much gasping effort, the noisy sound in the ears just stopped, and Hongjiang's slightly teasing voice was replaced, even more annoying than those noises!

"The founder of the eleventh division is named Yaqianliu, which means that he is proficient in kendo. Since her, the captain of the eleventh division has inherited the name of Kenpachi as the strongest swordsman in the soul world. Because of some accidents, I was a ninth-generation Jianba for a while."

Yincheng wanted to use his sword to cut off the annoying sound. Hong Jiang seemed to see through his mind. The slender Yuesi Ling cut through the hilt of the opponent's handguard, turning his wrist, and erected the sword for the opponent. .

It's a pity that Hong Jiang doesn't seem to understand the truth of helping others to the end. It may also be because he does not have a bad habit of self-abuse. It is still too difficult for him to help his opponents cut himself.

I saw that his right hand holding the sword slammed forward, taking Silver City's huge sword back and cutting back. It was a disservice to the other party, allowing Silver City to use his sword to leave a long line on himself. wound.

The bright red blood splattered out, and Hong Jiang seemed to be afraid of getting the fishy liquid. As he stepped back, the tip of the knife was a little bit, and the giant sword that was not in the upper body of the silver city was carried a little deeper. Minute.

"It's just not talented, let alone the eight thousand schools, you can count the skill of swordsmanship with one hand, let alone mastery, please understand the ugliness."

These words fell in Yincheng's ears but it was full of jokes. I saw that his forehead suddenly burst into blue veins, and the pillar of blood in his chest couldn't hold back. The huge sword in his hand seemed to be recaptured by him a little bit, slowly. Leave the body slowly.

At this moment, Hong Jiang suddenly moved his side of his body and waved his right hand outwards, not only letting go of the shackles on Silver City, but also assisting him in fulfilling his wish by swinging the giant sword.

It's a pity that I cut a hole...

Yincheng's sword slammed on the ground, and his strength vented. And just as he was leaving the old power, and when the new power was not born, Hong Jiang slammed again and retreated with the huge sword, and the hilt also hit Yincheng's stomach heavily.

"Master Diezuka is so humble..."

Loka, who watched the battle with peace of mind, looked straight. Although she didn't understand any swordsmanship, such beautiful and elegant moves couldn't be considered ugly.

Yes, it seems to her that what Hongjiang is holding at this moment is not a sword at all, but a baton to direct the band, leaving an elegant dance step in the air, playing a gorgeous movement—a movement of blood!

cruel? No, this is the aesthetics of violence. Lorca couldn't help but swallowed her saliva. In her opinion, it was incompatible with violence. It was the happiness of the pregnant mortal to be able to bloom under Master Diezuka!

In all fairness, such exquisite swordsmanship is indeed the only thing Tsukishima has ever seen in his life. Driven by a thin rope like an arm, Mingren used a short knife to force him from a few meters away. Hongjiang's strength is really amazing.

But at this moment, Moon Island could no longer objectively praise his opponent, and the blood that was constantly gushing from Yincheng's body seemed to penetrate his eyes, staining his world red.

Facing the short knife stabbed again, Tsukishima made the most reckless decision of his life~www.novelmtl.com~ his body slightly deflected, allowing the short knife to penetrate his left shoulder.

In fact, he had long seen that the weakness of such remote control of swordsmanship lies in the string of the hilt. He also wanted to cut the string early, but even if he did two things with one heart, Hong Jiang didn't give him that opportunity.

Now he finally had this opportunity, but at this time he did not choose to cut the string, but grabbed the string with his left hand and pulled it hard.

Hong Jiang was having fun, the Yuexian Lingqi in his hand suddenly felt a slight sluggishness, and he saw that his left hand was closed on the string, and the force of Yuedao was also offset by pulling it back.

This Moon Island suddenly withdrew, and under the guidance of Hongjiang, the whole person swooped out. His left hand quickly took the knife from the drooping right hand, and slammed into Hongjiang's back!

"Learning very fast."

Hong Jiang smiled and flicked his right arm back. He also threw out the silver city, who was already a blood man, just hitting the flying Moon Island.

The two collided and fell heavily to the ground. Even though Yuedao had tried to vent most of his strength, he could see the blood pouring out of Yincheng again, he knew that such damage would be unbearable for the current Yincheng. .

"But not sober enough!"

The snow-white blade grew wider and wider in front of him, piercing Yincheng's chest in the angry eyes of Tsukishima, and piercing him through himself.

"Until now, I haven't recognized the gap between us. This is your stupidity."

As Hong Jiang said, he raised the two men who were wearing the moon sickle to the front, "This is what you want to ask, kid." His eyes moved to Yincheng, who was trying to keep his eyes open: "Now, let's talk about you. Tuition fees."